Some of us who have been labelled with disabled minds find normality tedious and desperate, and our own experiences belittled and devalued. To use a technological analogy, madness is seen as malfunctioning in the programming and not an appropriate reaction to the system that it finds itself in. The divergent mind is not a spam folder. Society disables me by putting viruses of self-hate and discrimination into that programming and then tries to sell me sanity at inflated prices, only to make my system crash again and again.
To that end, I want to disrupt systems that produce ‘copy and paste’ identities/thoughts/perceptions/life/death, as a Trojan horse dressed as my little pony on acid with a little sadness in their hearts. My anti-virus programme is my art and creativity, it is putting sanity over my lap and smacking its naughty bum bum.
Some normal people lack insight and need rehabilitation. It is my duty to help them out by pointing out that sanity is full of ridiculous acceptable behaviour and strange double standards that have arisen out of the Covid 19 pandemic. That being loud and aggressive when a shop worker asks you to put a mask on is a behaviour that needs no police officer or doctor to intervene, but someone who is deeply depressed by the state of the world has to be pathologized; it seems back to front to me. The world is sanitised not sane. Why is acceptance and celebration of the mad self seen as a lack of insight, when it has been forged by thought, pain and lots of questioning? There is a side to madness that doesn’t get shown, that is intelligent, funny, and pointing at the emperor’s new clothes. A lot of that has been done through my art.